The Nightstalkers
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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17
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3,303
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FIC: The Nightstalkers (10/?)
Faith swallowed as the air resonated to the sound of the pale-faced man dragging the hammer back on his revolver. “T…the master,” the man trembled as he approached, legs shaking beneath him, “will be very pleased when I bring him you.”
Wincing with the effort, Faith shoved the ruined cabinet off and attempted to stand. “Oh god!” she screamed as her left leg buckled under her, dropping back to the carpet with a painful thud.
“O…of course I’ll have to shoot you in the,” sweat beads glistened on the Mayor’s forehead, “knees first, to make sure you don’t resist.” Heart pounding, Faith started to crawl the length of the corridor, the politician in dogged pursuit.
“Aaaaah!” the city official screamed as a jet of fire hit him in the face, the stench of charred flesh filling the air. “Aaaaah!!” The wounded civil servant shot blindly at his attacker only for a diminutive shape to crash into the wounded man, knocking them both to the carpet, the interloper on top. “Aaaaah!” The newcomer snatched up a glass shard from the floor and repeatedly drove it into the Mayor’s ravaged face.
The newcomer slumped on top of the corpse for a second before wearily raising his head and turning towards her. Faith’s heart leapt. “J…Jon.” Her boyfriend smiled weakly. Faith’s eyes misted over. Despite everything, he’d cared enough to come for, to save, her. She smiled weakly. “Hey, wanna give a girl a hand up?”
“Sure,” Jonathan scrambled to his feet, hurried over to her side and eased him upright, his gentle arm around her shoulders just about the best thing she’d ever experienced. Despite that, Faith was unable to stop herself moaning when she tried to step through her left leg. Jonathan shot her a concerned look. “Are you okay?”
Faith smiled with rare softness. “Some ice and a coupla days’ rest and I’ll be five by five. Thanks to you.” Jonathan reddened. “How come ya’re here?”
“I…I split from the others after we got in,” Jonathan explained. “I…I had to make sure that you were okay.” Jonathan glanced down at the corpse. “I…I didn’t want to kill him, but I couldn’t let him hurt you.”
“That’s what life’s about Johnny,” her boyfriend’s blush deepened when she laid a gentle kiss on his cheek, “making the hard choices.” Faith winced as pain flared through her leg again. “How about you help me out of here?”
“Um, sure.”
* * *
“Faith, may I come in?”
“Sure Wes,” Faith grinned as the Watcher started into her room then stopped, a deep blush colouring his cheeks. Dressed in cotton shorts that were short enough to allow her to press an ice pack to her injured leg and a tiny crop top, her Watcher’s reaction was as enjoyable as it was predictable.
“I beg your pardon,” the Englishman quickly closed his eyes and spun to face the door. “I merely wished to check how your leg was progressing?”
“Relax, Wes,” Faith smirked, “ain’t nothing you ain’t seen before. Sit down.”
“Very well.” The bespectacled man coughed before turning around and sitting on the edge of her bed, eyes resolutely fixed on the wall opposite. “How is your leg?”
Faith’s smirk widened at the Watcher’s staunch properness. “Slayer healing is wicked cool. Wes, I was thinkin’…”
The Englishman chuckled. “Words that never fail to fill me with dread.”
Faith ignored that ‘cause she was the bigger person. Oh, and she needed somethin’. “Once this is over,” she paused, her normal glibness momentarily failing her. “This is the Hellmouth isn’t it? I figure that maybe we should be stationed here permanently.”
“Oh dear,” it was Wes’ turn to chuckle. “I thought you were rather more cunning that that.” The Englishman turned to face her. “Young Mr. Levinson has made quite an impression hasn’t he?” Faith felt a flame rise in her cheeks. “You will be careful won’t you?”
“I ain’t ‘xactly a virgin, Wes,” Faith defensively replied.
She was surprised when Wesley patted her on the back of her hand. “I know dear,” the Englishman gently replied. “But I also know you’re not used to forming deep emotional attachments. Don’t rush head-long in.” The Englishman paused. “If you promise to be careful, I’ll consider moving here on a more permanent basis.” Faith beamed. Wesley chuckled. “You should do that more often.” Faith stared at her Watcher, confusion furrowing her brow. “Smile like that; you’ll have young Mr. Levinson even more under your spell.” The Watcher chuckled. “If that is of course possible.”
Faith’s mouth opened and closed several times before she managed to retaliate. “And how about you and Ams?” she needled. “You hopin’ to turn that meeting of minds into a grinding of bodies?” She grinned as her Watcher leapt up, spluttered something indistinct, and back-pedalled out of her room. That’d teach him to mess with her!
* * *
“How do you think the Slayer’s turning out?”
Xander took a second to contemplate the question even as he looked down at its source, his naked girl-friend huddled in a ball by his side. He brushed a stray hair off her face before replying. “Better than I thought,” he admitted. “She seems as good in battle as the rumours made out and appears to actually listen and be able to work in a team which I didn’t think she would.”
Cordelia sniffed. ”The Cleavage-Bomb and Jonathan are a weird pair.”
Xander chuckled at his girl-friend’s comment. “People said the same about us-, oof!” he grunted then chuckled at his girl-friend’s less than playful gut punch. “My tiger’s still got her claws.”
Cordelia giggled. “You know it buster.” The former cheerleader scowled. “If this Slayer’s so red hot why aren’t we going up against Ripper straight on?”
“Because,” Xander sighed. “Ripper’s far too strong. But if we hit him sideways on, we destabilise him, make him look bad, and annoy him into making rash decisions, then we go in for the kill.”
”Sounds like a long job.”
”Yeah,” Xander grimaced. “It does, doesn’t it.”
* * *
Jonathan walked through the base’s corridors, eyes fixed on the rusty brown carpet. Faith was safe, but to ensure her safety, he’d killed. Not a demon, but another human being. He shuddered inwardly as he remembered the man’s screams, the way he’d felt under him as he’d trashed his last.
“Oh look who it isn’t. The hero.”
Jonathan stopped and looked up at the mocking voice. “H…hi, Harmony,” he smiled weakly. School was some years behind them, but there was still a part of him that shrivelled inside when confronted with his former tormenter.
The blonde’s smile widened, perfect white teeth gleaming maliciously. “Jonathan,” Harmony sniffed. “So now you’re the tough guy. That’ll get Faith all over you.” The blonde paused before giggling. “Until she realises what a dork you are. Even a humongous slut like her won’t put up with you for long! Boring!”
The former cheerleader pushed past him before hurrying off. Jonathan spun after her, mouth opening in a defiant protestation only to close it again without uttering a syllable. His shoulders slumped. It wasn’t as if Harmony wasn’t saying anything he didn’t already know. A girl as wild, experienced, and passionate as Faith would soon tire of his nervous fumblings.
* * *
“Come on you buggers!”
After a second the two vampires charged him. Ripper threw his head back and laughed. Taken aback, the two demons paused in their advance.
Ripper took advantage of their confusion to leap forward, hammering a hard right into the nearest vampire’s jaw. Even as the demon stumbled backwards, Ripper turned his attention to the demon’s companion, snatching a hold of his shoulders and yanking him towards him and into a knee to the groin.
The vampire grunted but to his credit managed to respond with a left hook that Ripper blocked on his elbow before nutting the wanker. The demon’s nose shattered under the brutal impact. Ripper lunged forward to finish him off.
Unfortunately the other demon chose that moment to leap back into the fight, slamming a foot into Ripper’s upper right thigh. “Bastard!” Ripper’s eyes flickered yellow as pain stabbed through his leg. Ducking under the demon’s fellow-up leaping spin kick, Ripper simultaneously blocked a kick at his face from the other vampire on his forearm.
At that moment, the third vampire in the room decided to enter the fray, charging him from behind. Feeling the demon’s hands dropping onto his shoulders, Ripper reached up, grabbed his attacker’s wrists and threw him into the other two.
Even as the trio hit the ground, Ripper charged forward. The first to reach his feet received as his reward a kick to the jaw that knocked him flat back down. The second caught a heel kick to the stomach that folded him up like a deck chair, helpless to prevent a karate chop to the back of the neck.
Leaping over the descending demon, he caught the third of his sparring partners with a double-footed drop kick to the chest, knocking him into the wall. Hitting the ground in a crouch besides the first of his opponents, Ripper took great delight in stomping on the downed demon’s face. The second dived at him, but Ripper side-stepped the desperate attack and retaliated with a jaw-smashing palm strike. Ripper chuckled as he looked around his decimated sparring partners, savouring their piteous moans. “And he cried for there were no more worlds to conquer.”
”Oh I don’t know about that.”
Ripper turned to face Angelus stood in the gym’s doorway. “ Have you something to say?”
“Only that Trick and Finch are dead.”
The news hit like a lightning bolt. Forcing his temper under control, he glared his almost smirking sire. “The Slayer?”
Angelus nodded. “Who else?”
Ripper let out a frustrated snarl that had the defeated trio charging for the exit. He’d gone to a hell of a lot of trouble breaking in Finch. First he’d killed the previous mayoral incumbent, an apparent necromancer of considerable skill, and then he’d intimidated and bribed Finch into seeing things his way. All that work gone and Trick dead to boot.
Ripper pursed his lips, a bitter taste in his mouth. The Slayer had now gone past amusing and into the territory of being annoying. If he left things much longer she might even become a threat. “Angelus, how is the recruiting coming along?”
“Penn and I have identified a choice target we’re going to take soon. A very dangerous man.”
“Good.” Mindful of his minion developing a power-base, he came to a decision. “Bring him to me.” Judging from Angelus’ sour expression he’d made the correct choice. “Your friends, James and Elizabeth, have them sent for.” Angelus started to smirk. And I want Death’s Bastards here.”
Angelus shook his head. “We don’t need those crazy-.”
“I say what we need.” Ripper interrupted. “Get them.”
Faith swallowed as the air resonated to the sound of the pale-faced man dragging the hammer back on his revolver. “T…the master,” the man trembled as he approached, legs shaking beneath him, “will be very pleased when I bring him you.”
Wincing with the effort, Faith shoved the ruined cabinet off and attempted to stand. “Oh god!” she screamed as her left leg buckled under her, dropping back to the carpet with a painful thud.
“O…of course I’ll have to shoot you in the,” sweat beads glistened on the Mayor’s forehead, “knees first, to make sure you don’t resist.” Heart pounding, Faith started to crawl the length of the corridor, the politician in dogged pursuit.
“Aaaaah!” the city official screamed as a jet of fire hit him in the face, the stench of charred flesh filling the air. “Aaaaah!!” The wounded civil servant shot blindly at his attacker only for a diminutive shape to crash into the wounded man, knocking them both to the carpet, the interloper on top. “Aaaaah!” The newcomer snatched up a glass shard from the floor and repeatedly drove it into the Mayor’s ravaged face.
The newcomer slumped on top of the corpse for a second before wearily raising his head and turning towards her. Faith’s heart leapt. “J…Jon.” Her boyfriend smiled weakly. Faith’s eyes misted over. Despite everything, he’d cared enough to come for, to save, her. She smiled weakly. “Hey, wanna give a girl a hand up?”
“Sure,” Jonathan scrambled to his feet, hurried over to her side and eased him upright, his gentle arm around her shoulders just about the best thing she’d ever experienced. Despite that, Faith was unable to stop herself moaning when she tried to step through her left leg. Jonathan shot her a concerned look. “Are you okay?”
Faith smiled with rare softness. “Some ice and a coupla days’ rest and I’ll be five by five. Thanks to you.” Jonathan reddened. “How come ya’re here?”
“I…I split from the others after we got in,” Jonathan explained. “I…I had to make sure that you were okay.” Jonathan glanced down at the corpse. “I…I didn’t want to kill him, but I couldn’t let him hurt you.”
“That’s what life’s about Johnny,” her boyfriend’s blush deepened when she laid a gentle kiss on his cheek, “making the hard choices.” Faith winced as pain flared through her leg again. “How about you help me out of here?”
“Um, sure.”
* * *
“Faith, may I come in?”
“Sure Wes,” Faith grinned as the Watcher started into her room then stopped, a deep blush colouring his cheeks. Dressed in cotton shorts that were short enough to allow her to press an ice pack to her injured leg and a tiny crop top, her Watcher’s reaction was as enjoyable as it was predictable.
“I beg your pardon,” the Englishman quickly closed his eyes and spun to face the door. “I merely wished to check how your leg was progressing?”
“Relax, Wes,” Faith smirked, “ain’t nothing you ain’t seen before. Sit down.”
“Very well.” The bespectacled man coughed before turning around and sitting on the edge of her bed, eyes resolutely fixed on the wall opposite. “How is your leg?”
Faith’s smirk widened at the Watcher’s staunch properness. “Slayer healing is wicked cool. Wes, I was thinkin’…”
The Englishman chuckled. “Words that never fail to fill me with dread.”
Faith ignored that ‘cause she was the bigger person. Oh, and she needed somethin’. “Once this is over,” she paused, her normal glibness momentarily failing her. “This is the Hellmouth isn’t it? I figure that maybe we should be stationed here permanently.”
“Oh dear,” it was Wes’ turn to chuckle. “I thought you were rather more cunning that that.” The Englishman turned to face her. “Young Mr. Levinson has made quite an impression hasn’t he?” Faith felt a flame rise in her cheeks. “You will be careful won’t you?”
“I ain’t ‘xactly a virgin, Wes,” Faith defensively replied.
She was surprised when Wesley patted her on the back of her hand. “I know dear,” the Englishman gently replied. “But I also know you’re not used to forming deep emotional attachments. Don’t rush head-long in.” The Englishman paused. “If you promise to be careful, I’ll consider moving here on a more permanent basis.” Faith beamed. Wesley chuckled. “You should do that more often.” Faith stared at her Watcher, confusion furrowing her brow. “Smile like that; you’ll have young Mr. Levinson even more under your spell.” The Watcher chuckled. “If that is of course possible.”
Faith’s mouth opened and closed several times before she managed to retaliate. “And how about you and Ams?” she needled. “You hopin’ to turn that meeting of minds into a grinding of bodies?” She grinned as her Watcher leapt up, spluttered something indistinct, and back-pedalled out of her room. That’d teach him to mess with her!
* * *
“How do you think the Slayer’s turning out?”
Xander took a second to contemplate the question even as he looked down at its source, his naked girl-friend huddled in a ball by his side. He brushed a stray hair off her face before replying. “Better than I thought,” he admitted. “She seems as good in battle as the rumours made out and appears to actually listen and be able to work in a team which I didn’t think she would.”
Cordelia sniffed. ”The Cleavage-Bomb and Jonathan are a weird pair.”
Xander chuckled at his girl-friend’s comment. “People said the same about us-, oof!” he grunted then chuckled at his girl-friend’s less than playful gut punch. “My tiger’s still got her claws.”
Cordelia giggled. “You know it buster.” The former cheerleader scowled. “If this Slayer’s so red hot why aren’t we going up against Ripper straight on?”
“Because,” Xander sighed. “Ripper’s far too strong. But if we hit him sideways on, we destabilise him, make him look bad, and annoy him into making rash decisions, then we go in for the kill.”
”Sounds like a long job.”
”Yeah,” Xander grimaced. “It does, doesn’t it.”
* * *
Jonathan walked through the base’s corridors, eyes fixed on the rusty brown carpet. Faith was safe, but to ensure her safety, he’d killed. Not a demon, but another human being. He shuddered inwardly as he remembered the man’s screams, the way he’d felt under him as he’d trashed his last.
“Oh look who it isn’t. The hero.”
Jonathan stopped and looked up at the mocking voice. “H…hi, Harmony,” he smiled weakly. School was some years behind them, but there was still a part of him that shrivelled inside when confronted with his former tormenter.
The blonde’s smile widened, perfect white teeth gleaming maliciously. “Jonathan,” Harmony sniffed. “So now you’re the tough guy. That’ll get Faith all over you.” The blonde paused before giggling. “Until she realises what a dork you are. Even a humongous slut like her won’t put up with you for long! Boring!”
The former cheerleader pushed past him before hurrying off. Jonathan spun after her, mouth opening in a defiant protestation only to close it again without uttering a syllable. His shoulders slumped. It wasn’t as if Harmony wasn’t saying anything he didn’t already know. A girl as wild, experienced, and passionate as Faith would soon tire of his nervous fumblings.
* * *
“Come on you buggers!”
After a second the two vampires charged him. Ripper threw his head back and laughed. Taken aback, the two demons paused in their advance.
Ripper took advantage of their confusion to leap forward, hammering a hard right into the nearest vampire’s jaw. Even as the demon stumbled backwards, Ripper turned his attention to the demon’s companion, snatching a hold of his shoulders and yanking him towards him and into a knee to the groin.
The vampire grunted but to his credit managed to respond with a left hook that Ripper blocked on his elbow before nutting the wanker. The demon’s nose shattered under the brutal impact. Ripper lunged forward to finish him off.
Unfortunately the other demon chose that moment to leap back into the fight, slamming a foot into Ripper’s upper right thigh. “Bastard!” Ripper’s eyes flickered yellow as pain stabbed through his leg. Ducking under the demon’s fellow-up leaping spin kick, Ripper simultaneously blocked a kick at his face from the other vampire on his forearm.
At that moment, the third vampire in the room decided to enter the fray, charging him from behind. Feeling the demon’s hands dropping onto his shoulders, Ripper reached up, grabbed his attacker’s wrists and threw him into the other two.
Even as the trio hit the ground, Ripper charged forward. The first to reach his feet received as his reward a kick to the jaw that knocked him flat back down. The second caught a heel kick to the stomach that folded him up like a deck chair, helpless to prevent a karate chop to the back of the neck.
Leaping over the descending demon, he caught the third of his sparring partners with a double-footed drop kick to the chest, knocking him into the wall. Hitting the ground in a crouch besides the first of his opponents, Ripper took great delight in stomping on the downed demon’s face. The second dived at him, but Ripper side-stepped the desperate attack and retaliated with a jaw-smashing palm strike. Ripper chuckled as he looked around his decimated sparring partners, savouring their piteous moans. “And he cried for there were no more worlds to conquer.”
”Oh I don’t know about that.”
Ripper turned to face Angelus stood in the gym’s doorway. “ Have you something to say?”
“Only that Trick and Finch are dead.”
The news hit like a lightning bolt. Forcing his temper under control, he glared his almost smirking sire. “The Slayer?”
Angelus nodded. “Who else?”
Ripper let out a frustrated snarl that had the defeated trio charging for the exit. He’d gone to a hell of a lot of trouble breaking in Finch. First he’d killed the previous mayoral incumbent, an apparent necromancer of considerable skill, and then he’d intimidated and bribed Finch into seeing things his way. All that work gone and Trick dead to boot.
Ripper pursed his lips, a bitter taste in his mouth. The Slayer had now gone past amusing and into the territory of being annoying. If he left things much longer she might even become a threat. “Angelus, how is the recruiting coming along?”
“Penn and I have identified a choice target we’re going to take soon. A very dangerous man.”
“Good.” Mindful of his minion developing a power-base, he came to a decision. “Bring him to me.” Judging from Angelus’ sour expression he’d made the correct choice. “Your friends, James and Elizabeth, have them sent for.” Angelus started to smirk. And I want Death’s Bastards here.”
Angelus shook his head. “We don’t need those crazy-.”
“I say what we need.” Ripper interrupted. “Get them.”